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The Class Clown

By the end of first grade, it was clear to me I was not destined to be the pretty one, the smart one or the jock. At the age of three I ran onto the hot sand for my first day at the beach, and 6 hours later, left looking like the sun had sneezed on me. Freckles. Billions of freckles. They never went away. My report card was a reflection of my moods rather than my intellectual strengths, and middle school revealed a flamingo-type physique unfit for speed or agility. Instead, I found a classmate who belly laughed at my antics. I was hooked, and the class clown was born.  

Upon entering our 7th grade English class, we spotted an apple on the teacher’s desk.
I smiled and looked at Laura.
Immediately, we understood the assignment. Five minutes later Ms. Tigerman entered to find a bite-sized chunk of the apple missing.

As I grew up, fellow pranksters and comedians found me. My best friend, Laura, was equally my cheerleader and nemesis as she loved to send me on a task which would inevitably result in a detention. One look from her and I became a goofball. There was no “truth or dare,” only dare. Bottom line, life is hard, but with fun friends by your side you can soften the edges with laughter.

Are you going through a hard time? If so, find that funny friend and fill your heart with laughter. 

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As a mentor to teen girls, I have seen first-hand the stress these girls carry. My greatest joy is to help them navigate, grow, and see them become strong, faithful young women.

HE WILL YET FILL YOUR MOUTH WITH LAUGHTER AND YOUR LIPS WITH SHOUTS OF JOY.

JOB 8:10
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